hetalia Dance with me in the rain (fake angel)

It felt so good. The feeling of blood covering her face. Screams of her victims were nothing more than music to her ears. Yet another night for (y/n) to play her games, games of torcher and vengeance against her lost brother, Leonardo. What reason could this 17 year old girl possibly have for causing chaos in the streets of Italy? Well the big reason is that years ago, her older brother was wrongly accused of murdering a young boy. Yet no one was willing to hear her side of the story, only the idiotic parents grieving over the braty child.

It was only two years ago when (y/n) was walking late at night, her brother's coat wrapped around her petite torso. She smiled ever so brightly at her brother's figure waving at her through the darkness.

"Fratello!"

She giggled towards him.

"(y/n) be careful out here the streets can be dangerous at night."
Leonardo lectured his sorella. Just when (y/n) was about to tackle him in a hug, she noticed a figure blooming behind, wielding what seemed to be a knife.

"Fratello watch out!"

(y/n) exclaimed, tears filling her now wide eyes. Before the figure could react, Leonardo already had them pinned to the ground, knocking their knife out of reach. (y/n) cheered her strong fratello on as he proceeded to punch what now appeared to be a boy. The boy freed one of his arms from the powerful grasp the Leonardo had on him, and reached into his pocket to grab something. A loud gun shot was heard, as Leonardo and (y/n) gasped in silence. The boy managed to pull out a small pistol, but screwed up, shooting himself in the head.

In the end the cops were called, and with no liable witness, Leonardo was taken into custody. Poor (y/n) had to watch her fratello get executed for a crime he didn't commit. Now she's out for blood, the people all tremble in fear whenever they catch sight of her porcelain mask, painted with a wide black frown on it. It resembled that of one of the two masks you would see at a theatre. It was the same mask she got at a play her fratello took her to when she was five. A nice young actor had given it to her, and gave Leonardo the smiling mask.

(Y/n), like every serial killer, had a trademark that she left at all crime scenes. It was a sentence, written on the brick wall next to the victim. The sentence was formed using her victim's blood, each letter made so perfectly. The sentence would always say, 'la verità e la giustizia.'

Romano walked home after a long, boring meeting. "Stupid potato bastard." He grumbled to no one in particular. "Why does he get to call all the big shots?" It was late at night, almost around midnight and he desperately wanted to get home to his girlfriend, (y/n). Her smile never ceased to bright sunshine in his hell of a day. She was always so calm, and so sweet to him. (y/n) was a perfect little angel, to him. Her (h/l) (h/c) felt like soft strands of silk. Her (e/c) arises shined no matter how dark the world was. Her voice could melt chocolate. So soft, so sweet. Oh how much he loved her and would do anything to keep her out of harm's way. There was one thing odd about her though. Every night, around the same time, she would leave the house, telling him she would be back soon, and to be careful of the streets. About ten minutes later, she would return, tired and dirty. Romano thought nothing of it though, she was an angel after all, and it's not like she would do any wrong. What crimes could a little girl commit in ten minutes?

After Romano finally reached his home, he noticed the lights were still on. Once he entered the house, he saw (y/n) in the kitchen cooking what appeared to be spaghetti. She was singing the song 'A hearse go by' with a joyful voice that made him smile to himself. He could never understand why she liked that song so much, but if it made her happy, he would never question.

"Oh Romano, you're home late, I ran a nice warm bath for you. The pasta will be done soon; I just need to add my special ingredient to the sauce."

Romano chuckled lightly to himself. He would never admit out loud to her that her pasta sauce tasted kind of funny. Especially at night.

"Okay I'll be right out (y/n), ti amo."

"Ti amo, Romano."

She smiled back at him. For a second her sweet smile broke into a sadistic smirk. But of course Romano would never notice it.